Bondage brat

CHAPTER EIGHT

Blair Eldridge was turning over in his soft, wide bed as the phone rang and shattered his early morning slumber. Reaching groggily for the phone, he looked at the time and when he saw that is was only six-thirty in the morning, be swore silently to himself.

"Hello?" he mumbled thickly.

"Mr. Eldridge?"

"Yeah, what?"

"This is Hank Stone. I can't go into all the details, but your secretary, Valerie hasn't been feeling very well. I suggest you call her in a little while, or better yet, come over here!"

"What? What are you talking about?" Blair hissed, fully awake now.

"I'm sorry I can't explain things to you a bit better, but I can't. She needs you, Mr. Eldridge."

"Hello? Hello???" said Blair as he heard the person on the other end put the receiver down.

"Who was that honey?" said his wife as she rolled over.

"No one. Go back to sleep."

Blair was awake and puzzling over the phone call. He decided that he had better get over to Valerie's place as soon as he could. Telling his wife that he had to be at the office very early, he slipped, outside and found a cab.

After Hank had called Blair, he left Valerie's apartment, being very quiet so as not to wake her. He didn't want her to wake up and be alone, so he had called Blair and then waited a while, giving him time to get over to the apartment.

Blair arrived and since Valerie had given him her key, he was able to slip in quietly. He found her in bed, asleep. He was shocked to see her battered body and her cropped hair. He thought of Burt, angry that he had been too sleepy on the phone to really pay attention to the caller's voice. He had to restrain himself and not cry out.

Drawing a chair close to the bed, he flipped through a magazine, every now and then peering anxiously at Valerie's sleeping face. Presently she opened her eyes and looked around. When she focused on Blair, she looked blankly for a moment and then she asked in a crazy, intense whisper, "Where is he?"

"Who darling?" Blair answered.

"Him!"

"Val, who are you talking about?"

"Don't pretend you don't know! Where is he?" she said, her voice raised to a scream.

"Valerie, I really don't know what you mean!"

"You do! You're lying! Goddamn you, get out! Get out of here!"

"Valerie, what's come over you?"

"Get out! Get OUT! I want my master!!!" and she burst forth into pitiful sobs.

Blair was truly perplexed by her behavior. He knew Valerie to be a sensitive woman, who was sometimes prone to being moody, but he had never seen her like this. She seemed to be out of her mind. Blair quietly went over to the phone to call the hospital then, he dialed the number that information had given him for Hank Stone.

Valerie spent the next few days under heavy sedation at Bellevue. Hank Stone had called her doctor and given him a brief outline of what had gone on between them the week-end before.

Dr. Kenneth Bendiner, Ph.D., sat in his office at Bellevue reviewing the case of Valerie Jones.

After intensive psychotherapy, she just might be able to return her to some semblance of normalcy. Right now, she raved on and on about her master and was positively violent when another man walked into the mom. Dr. Bendiner decided to try hypnosis.

His next scheduled appointment with Valerie was at two that afternoon. He walked quickly to her room and knocked on the door. The nurse told him to come in. He was glad to see that Valerie looked a little better. Her boyfriend had paid for a hairdresser to come and see her in the hospital and he had shaped the frazzled hair to a sleek, sophisticated style. Her wounds were fading and she had slept well the night before, so her eyes lost a little of their black, hollow look.

"You can go now," he said to the nurse.

"Yes doctor."

"Good afternoon, Valerie, how are you today?" he said, turning his attention to his patient.

"All right."

"Good, very good."

"Do you know what happened to him?"

"To whom, Valerie?"

"You fucking liar! You know who I meant Master!"

"Well, actually, if you want to know the truth, Valerie, I have come here to talk about your master."

"You have?" she said, instantly growing calm.

"Yes, I have. But first I want you to relax a little bit, OK?"

"Good. Now listen to me very, very carefully. I want you to take deep breaths, very slowly. Yes, that's it. Good. Keep breathing. Now I want you to start to feel your whole body relax. First, the tip of your scalp is growing cool and calm and light and comfortable…" Dr. Bendiner's voice kept on with its steady, melodious rhythm.

Soon, Valerie was in a deep hypnotic trance. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was steady and deep, as if she were asleep. She was still able to hear the doctor and still able to respond to his suggestions.

Dr. Bendiner really had to go on instinct in this particular case. He had virtually no information from the woman, or either of the two men about her early childhood and her father in particular. He was just going to have to guess.

"Valerie!"

"Yes?"

"Tell me about your master."

"My master is wonderful. He is very, very big…"

"Go on."

"And very, very strong…"

"Continue, Valerie."

"He's beautiful. He's tall and when he takes me in his arms he…"

"Beats you!"

"He has to!"

"Why does he have to?"

"Because!"

"Valerie, why is it necessary that he beat you?"

"It just is! Don't ask me any more!!" she said and started to cry.

Dr. Bendiner decided that she had had enough for one day. He had taken careful notes on what she had said. Now, he would go back and study them.

Dr. Bendiner worked with Valerie three limes a week for about three weeks. He had found that the hypnosis was very useful and a lot of information had come out about the woman's early childhood and her life with her parents.

Dr. Bendiner had learned that Mr. Jones, Valerie's father, had been much older than his wife and had married late in life. He was forty when Valerie was born, she had been her parents only child and they paid her a great deal of attention.

As a child, Valerie had worked hard in school, but with little success. She was not stupid, but she didn't have the natural brilliance that her father seemed to think she should have. He was a real perfectionist. Having never gone to college and gotten the kind of education he had wanted, he was determined that Valerie should have it. Her grades had not proved good enough, however and she enrolled in a secretarial course, figuring that her skills might help her get ahead, even if she was no great brain.

Mr. Jones had been, by turns, very loving and sweet, doting oh his daughter, or fiercely harsh and brutal with her. Dr. Bendiner began to understand what drew Valerie to men like Hank Stone, who were alternately cruel and loving. But the doctor still felt that he was lacking some crucial element in the story. He was determined to find it.

The next time had had an appointment with Valerie, he decided that he would peruse this thing until the very end. He just didn't see any other way for her to get better.

She was looking much better these days. Her bruises and sores had healed nicely and the new haircut was very becoming to her. Blair knew about her preference for pretty night gowns and he had sent her several, so she no longer went around in the strange, shapeless hospital garb.

"Good-morning, Valerie," said Dr. Bendiner, pleasantly.

"Hello."

"Are you ready to relax, so we can talk about your master?"

"Yes Dr. Bendiner."

"Good. But first, I want you to relax…"

Dr. Bendiner brought Valerie to the semi-trance of the hypnotic state. He began to ask her about when she first started dating. Her father had been very strict and hadn't liked it when she would stay out late. One night in particular, they had had a quarrel. Valerie began to describe the incident in the strange, sing-song voice of her hypnotic state.

"I was going out with this boy named Brad. I was only fifteen and Brad was nineteen, maybe twenty. Daddy didn't like him, not at all. He didn't want me to see him, but sometimes I did, anyway. One night, we were outside my house, in the tiny little backyard. It was very late and my parents were asleep."

"Brad and I were sitting on this little plot of grass, near a bush. He was kissing me…" and her voice broke off.

Dr. Bendiner sensed that something important was about to happen and he urged her to continue.

"Well, he was kissing me on the mouth and if felt so good. He was older, you see and more experienced. And then he started kissing down my neck, little tiny, biting kisses and it felt even better. Then, his mouth reached my breasts…" and Valerie's hands crept up to her breasts now and she began to stroke them through the thin, silky material of her night gown.

"Yes, yes, go on!" said the doctor, trying to ignore the hardening lump in his trousers.

"His mouth came to the top of my breasts. They were big for my age and firm, and ripe. I knew that I shouldn't let him kiss me there, but it felt so nice, I couldn't help it. He unbuttoned my blouse and kissed me through the bra I was wearing. Then, I felt his fingers undo the hooks of the bra and he was pulling it off my body. It was the first time a man had ever seen my naked tits. He seemed to love them, for even in the dark, I could see how his eyes were glowing. He bent his lips to catch the nipples and I thought that I was in heaven. His tongue swirled around and around my nipples, making them grow hard and taut. I loved the way it felt. I unbuttoned his shirt too, so I could feel the muscles of his body. I can remember how hard and smooth and cool his chest felt next to my fiery body."

"He was tugging at the waistband of my skirt. He couldn't get the button opened, so he pulled it up instead. I was hot and wet from his touch and I let him put his hand between my legs. I knew that it was wrong and that it was bad, but I couldn't help it."

"He started to pet me, there in that secret place between my legs. I had touched that place myself before, but only once or twice. I always felt very guilty after I had done it and I promised never to do it again. But now Brad wad touching me there and rubbing me there and I couldn't stop him, I couldn't. He moved away my underpants and he was touching me there, where it was all wet and soft, I couldn't believe that he really wanted to do that, but he did. Then, he put his face there and I could feel his hot breath against my thighs…"

"His tongue slid out of his mouth and licked me, just like a little cat or puppy dog. It felt so good, I can still remember how my head was spinning and I saw stars, painted all over the sky…"

The doctor had used the protective edge of the desk to hide himself, for he had taken his prick out of his pants and was playing with it. Valerie's story had made him very hot. He noticed that she herself was becoming aroused as she recounted her tale. Her cheeks were painted with her passion and her eyes were wide and bright. Her delicate nostrils were flared and he could hear her strained breath. Her body was also revealing signs of her passion. Her breasts were heaving up and down in a most arresting fashion and the nipples were very stiff. From time to time she would touch her body as she spoke, rubbing her swollen tits, or running her hand down the smooth surface of her torso.

"Do go on, Valerie," Dr. Bendiner urged, hands still fondling his own meat.

"Well, I let him kiss me… there."

"Where, dear?"

"You know."

"Tell me, Valerie."

"In my cunt I let him. I did. But you see, I really couldn't help it. He was so talented."

"You mean he liked to do that to you?"

"Oh yes!"

"How do you know?"

"Because he kept telling me how good my pussy tasted, how sweet and hot it was and how he loved it."

"I see. And you think that he spoke the truth?"

"Yes! Yes!"

"How do you know?"

"He wouldn't have lied?"

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! He kept telling me. And besides, there was something else."

"What else?"

"Something."

"What?"

"I don't want to say it."

"You must."

"No."

"Valerie!"

"No! No!"

"Valerie, it is imperative that you tell me what the other thing was. Now go on."

"I won't!"

"You must!"

"Can't!"

"valerie!"

"No!!" she screamed at the top of her voice. He paused for a moment and fumbled in his pocket for a cigarette.

"Valerie, are you going to tell me now?"

"It was his thing."

"What thing?"

"You know, you know! You're just tormenting me!"

"Valerie, you must tell me everything. Now what thing?"

"His dick, all right! It got hard and big and he started to rub it all over my legs, yes, he did that! While he was kissing me, that thing of his got real hard and he rubbed and rubbed!"

"And did you like it?"

"Yes… I mean no, no! I knew that it was wrong and I didn't like it at all, not at all!"

"But you said that you did!"

"No, no!"

"Valerie, don't lie to me! Did you like it, that prick that slipping and sliding all over your pretty legs, rubbing into you and over you? Tell me the truth flow!"

"Yes! I liked it! Loved it! So what? Is that so awful?"

"No, no, of course not! Just continue with the story, please."

"I felt his dick rubbing against me and I knew that he wanted to stick it in me. I knew that he wanted that very badly. My father and mother had always warned me about that, but on that night, I just didn't care. I wanted him to stick it in me, I wanted to feel him shove that hot, pulsating thing far, far in me, as far as he could." The doctor's dick was throbbing as he listened to the woman tell her erotic tale. He wanted it to end, so he could shoot his steaming sperm all over his desk.

"He asked me if he could do it and I told him that he could, that I loved it, I loved him, I felt it press against my bottom and I felt his hands probing me, looking for the hole. I was so upset and disgusted by what he was doing to me that I didn't notice that he had picked up a stick from the ground, a big, terrible stick."

"He kept touching me there, in that wet hole, and started to touch me in the other hole too! It was awful, just awful! His fingers were mean and ugly and he hurt me. And it was so disgusting, repulsive! He was my father! My father! And he was touching me in that terrible, terrible way that he shouldn't have touched me!"

"He moved away for a second and, relief poured through me. I thought that it was over, that he had only wanted to shame and humiliate me and that now he was going to let me go. But I was wrong! I heard the terrible, whirring noise and then I felt the awful crack on my back. He was whipping me, beating me with a harsh wooden branch that he had found on the ground. I tried to scream, but my mouth was gagged so that I couldn't. He wouldn't stop, no not for a second! He hit me over and over again, laughing out loud as I twisted and struggled under the blows. I was bleeding, I could feel the wounds start to swell and ooze with blood, but he didn't care, no, he didn't care a single bit!"

"Instead of being merciful, or gentle with me, he wanted to punish me for what I had done with Brad. And punish me he did. Over and over again the stick came down on my back, until I could see the blood oozing from me and onto the ground below."

"Just when I thought that I was going to pass out from the pain, he stopped. I thanked God, but once again, I had allowed myself to breathe easily too soon! He came towards me, with his awful thing in the air and I knew that he was going to do it to me, that my own father was going to deflower me out there in the backyard, with my mother asleep in the house!"

"I struggled as best I could, but it was no use. His hands probed me until he found my wet, quaking pussy and he stuck his fingers in. I could feel his fingers sliding into me deeper and deeper. My pussy was already wet and juicy because Brad had been licking me and my father managed to use this to his best advantage."

"Then, I felt it. He stuck the tip of his shaft near my virgin hole. I wanted to vomit, but that thing was in my mouth so tightly, that I could barely breathe. It pressed harder and harder and to my disgust, I felt the thing sliding into me!"

"He laughed and I felt his hot breath against my neck and in my ears. It was foul with sleep and lust. He pushed into me harder and harder until I thought I would die of the pain. I was fifteen and a virgin and my own father was raping me!"

"His enormous dick met the thin membrane of my virginity. I closed my eyes against the awful searing pain and then, in one violent thrust, he was in! I felt the blood dripping slowly from the poor, attacked hole. I shook with repressed sobs, tears pouring from my eyes."

"But it wasn't over! He kept ramming that cock of his into me, again and again, so that the walls of my cunt were bruised and sore for days to come. His hands gripped my flesh and he dug his nails into my boobs, tearing the flesh even more."

"He had no pity and no mercy, but thrust it into me again and again. I felt his body stiffen and the sudden hot flood that gushed through me let me know that he was coming."

"When he finally pulled out of me, dripping with come and blood, I wept not with pain, but with relief. Now and only now would my ordeal be over. But once again, I was wrong!"

"Lifting up the stick that had fallen to the ground, he shoved it deep into my already bruised and bleeding cunt. Then, with a final slap, he left the backyard and went up to bed. I knew, because I heard him mount the stairs. He left me there, hanging like that! My back and arms were killing me and the stick in my cunt, so recently assaulted, was agony!"

"Minutes passed like years. Although my wounds burned, I grew cold and shivered when the breeze came. Insects buzzed around me, smelling the blood and by morning, I was all covered with bites. I couldn't scratch them, because my hands were bound."

"I needed to move my bowels, but I couldn't because I was tied up. It was a new pain and it grew so intense that I forgot all my other aches and was consumed totally by this one."

"I felt the pressure growing and growing, until I thought that it might burst inside of me. It was a new, awful pain, unlike anything that I had experienced earlier. I couldn't even cry out, or bite my lip, for I was bound by that terrible gag."

"I felt as if knives were being thrust through my insides, that's how sharp and intense the pain was. Anything, anything was preferable to this slow, unending torture. Even the horror of being whipped or beaten would have been better than this."

"Finally, I could control myself no longer. I had to do it! It was so awful, so humiliating! I can't bear to think of it! I can't!"

"But it happened. I soiled myself. Yes, like a little child, I could no longer control my bowels and I made a stinking mess all over my body and legs! I was so shamed! I couldn't keep the tears from streaming down my face."

"And it didn't end, no not there. My father was upstairs, asleep in his bed. I could hear him snoring through the open window. I think that was the worst of all. Somehow, knowing that he could be sound asleep while I was left hanging there… It filled me with such sadness, that my own father could be so cruel to me. Even though he had been very strict and severe with me, I had always loved him, always wanted his approval for the things that I did. I always wanted him to be proud of me…" said Valerie, as her voice trailed off.

"Yes and then what happened next, my dear? I know it is so very painful to speak of, but you must be strong and recount it all," said the doctor.

"The hours oozed by like molten lead. Soon, I heard the birds twittering and the sky began to grow all pink."

"Dawn had just broken."

"Now, a new fear entered my aching head. I was terrified that the neighbors would start to get up and they would see me hanging there, naked and covered with my own filth! God only knows what they would think."

"I heard a noise and saw my father coming downstairs. He was dressed in some pants and a shirt. I quivered in fear, not knowing what new tortures he had devised for me."

"But to my shock and surprise, he actually smiled at me! He looked at my awful stats and clucked his concern. I was so bewildered that the tears started gushing again. My father came towards me, still smiling. Then, ignoring the filth that was stinking up the whole place, he drew me into his arms and started to hug me!"

"He petted me for a bit, in a kind and truly fatherly way. I was afraid that he might want to rape me again and to subject me to the horror of being fucked by him, but this was not the case. He untied me and took the gag from my mouth."

"I felt so sick from the pain and the stench, that I threw up, all over myself! He didn't care a bit! He kept petting me and stroking me. Then, he gave me a robe he had been carrying over his arm and helped me upstairs. My mother was still sound asleep and she didn't know anything".

"He ran the water in the bath and helped me into it. He washed me himself, his hands going over every, part of my wounded body, his eyes filled with concern and pity."

"He left me for a few moments and returned with breakfast on a tray. He insisted that I eat it while still soaking in the tub and he helped to feed me."

"As if I were a child, he put the spoon into the cereal and lifted it to my parched and still quivering mouth. I noticed that there was a little vase on the tray which contained a single rose. He had picked it from the backyard."

"When my mother got up, he told her that I hadn't been feeling too well and that I was going to spend the day with him as a little treat."

"He took me out to lunch and then we saw a movie. Then, we went to the drug store and he bought me a new watch and some new lipstick and other cosmetics. He was sweet and kind to me, as if the crazy night before had never happened. I really didn't know what to think any more."

"After that, he was always kind to me. He stopped yelling so much and stopped being so critical of everything that I did. I still was unable to trust him though. I never knew what his kindness meant. And yet, it was so nice, to be treated well by him… He died a year or so later, quite suddenly. I never told my mother what had happened that night. I've never spoken a word about it until today…" Valerie stopped talking and started to cry, very softly. She put her face in her hands and sobbed.

Dr. Bendiner knew that it was over.